Serving All Sorts

A public footslave must serve all sorts of people, and the sink-estate corridor footslave is no exception. Here you see me obliged to kiss-respect the shoes of a mighty, older man. I don’t know his name, but I do know he lives on the estate.

Praise be unto the unknown master-sir!

A weel-dressed, elderly man approaches me down the sink estate corridor

I have served him before, so I know what to expect

Sure enough, the man stops in front of me, his shoes and socks effectively gloating over me in my helplessness

I get a particularly nice view of a tiny slither of his left sock

The sock of a real man - of a much better (and older) man than me!

As expected, he unceremoniously shoves his left foot onto my lowly footslave lips. his shoe smells, and tastes, musty!

'Study my sock, boy!'. The master-sir's voice is gruff - the voice of a man who MUST be obeyed!

'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' My voice is weak and feeble - the voice of an obedient slave!

I study the superb man's sock as I continue to kiss-respect his outstretched shoe-toe

It is a dark, somewhat nondescript sock...

...but nevertheless a sock which, by Law, I must study and admire - as I have been ordered to do so by the superior sock wearer

This is what I am become - a shoe-kissing, sock-studying slave to another man. Praise be unto him!


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